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I
felt
,
but
I
am
sure
I
don
’
t
know
why
,
that
this
was
self
-
denying
and
devoted
in
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
and
I
uttered
a
murmur
to
that
effect
.
Traddles
,
who
took
his
tone
from
me
,
did
likewise
,
still
looking
at
the
fire
.
‘
I
will
not
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
finishing
her
punch
,
and
gathering
her
scarf
about
her
shoulders
,
preparatory
to
her
withdrawal
to
my
bedroom
:
‘
I
will
not
protract
these
remarks
on
the
subject
of
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
pecuniary
affairs
.
At
your
fireside
,
my
dear
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
and
in
the
presence
of
Mr
.
Traddles
,
who
,
though
not
so
old
a
friend
,
is
quite
one
of
ourselves
,
I
could
not
refrain
from
making
you
acquainted
with
the
course
I
advise
Mr
.
Micawber
to
take
.
I
feel
that
the
time
is
arrived
when
Mr
.
Micawber
should
exert
himself
and
—
I
will
add
—
assert
himself
,
and
it
appears
to
me
that
these
are
the
means
.
I
am
aware
that
I
am
merely
a
female
,
and
that
a
masculine
judgement
is
usually
considered
more
competent
to
the
discussion
of
such
questions
;
still
I
must
not
forget
that
,
when
I
lived
at
home
with
my
papa
and
mama
,
my
papa
was
in
the
habit
of
saying
,
“
Emma
’
s
form
is
fragile
,
but
her
grasp
of
a
subject
is
inferior
to
none
.
”
That
my
papa
was
too
partial
,
I
well
know
;
but
that
he
was
an
observer
of
character
in
some
degree
,
my
duty
and
my
reason
equally
forbid
me
to
doubt
.
’
With
these
words
,
and
resisting
our
entreaties
that
she
would
grace
the
remaining
circulation
of
the
punch
with
her
presence
,
Mrs
.
Micawber
retired
to
my
bedroom
.
And
really
I
felt
that
she
was
a
noble
woman
—
the
sort
of
woman
who
might
have
been
a
Roman
matron
,
and
done
all
manner
of
heroic
things
,
in
times
of
public
trouble
.
In
the
fervour
of
this
impression
,
I
congratulated
Mr
.
Micawber
on
the
treasure
he
possessed
.
So
did
Traddles
.
Mr
.
Micawber
extended
his
hand
to
each
of
us
in
succession
,
and
then
covered
his
face
with
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
,
which
I
think
had
more
snuff
upon
it
than
he
was
aware
of
.
He
then
returned
to
the
punch
,
in
the
highest
state
of
exhilaration
.
He
was
full
of
eloquence
.
He
gave
us
to
understand
that
in
our
children
we
lived
again
,
and
that
,
under
the
pressure
of
pecuniary
difficulties
,
any
accession
to
their
number
was
doubly
welcome
.
He
said
that
Mrs
.
Micawber
had
latterly
had
her
doubts
on
this
point
,
but
that
he
had
dispelled
them
,
and
reassured
her
.
As
to
her
family
,
they
were
totally
unworthy
of
her
,
and
their
sentiments
were
utterly
indifferent
to
him
,
and
they
might
—
I
quote
his
own
expression
—
go
to
the
Devil
.
Mr
.
Micawber
then
delivered
a
warm
eulogy
on
Traddles
.
He
said
Traddles
’
s
was
a
character
,
to
the
steady
virtues
of
which
he
(
Mr
.
Micawber
)
could
lay
no
claim
,
but
which
,
he
thanked
Heaven
,
he
could
admire
.
He
feelingly
alluded
to
the
young
lady
,
unknown
,
whom
Traddles
had
honoured
with
his
affection
,
and
who
had
reciprocated
that
affection
by
honouring
and
blessing
Traddles
with
her
affection
.
Mr
.
Micawber
pledged
her
.
So
did
I
.
Traddles
thanked
us
both
,
by
saying
,
with
a
simplicity
and
honesty
I
had
sense
enough
to
be
quite
charmed
with
,
‘
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
you
indeed
.
And
I
do
assure
you
,
she
’
s
the
dearest
girl
!
—
—
’
Mr
.
Micawber
took
an
early
opportunity
,
after
that
,
of
hinting
,
with
the
utmost
delicacy
and
ceremony
,
at
the
state
of
My
affections
.
Nothing
but
the
serious
assurance
of
his
friend
Copperfield
to
the
contrary
,
he
observed
,
could
deprive
him
of
the
impression
that
his
friend
Copperfield
loved
and
was
beloved
.
After
feeling
very
hot
and
uncomfortable
for
some
time
,
and
after
a
good
deal
of
blushing
,
stammering
,
and
denying
,
I
said
,
having
my
glass
in
my
hand
,
‘
Well
!
I
would
give
them
D
.
!
’
which
so
excited
and
gratified
Mr
.
Micawber
,
that
he
ran
with
a
glass
of
punch
into
my
bedroom
,
in
order
that
Mrs
.
Micawber
might
drink
D
.
,
who
drank
it
with
enthusiasm
,
crying
from
within
,
in
a
shrill
voice
,
‘
Hear
,
hear
!
My
dear
Mr
.
Copperfield
,
I
am
delighted
.
Hear
!
’
and
tapping
at
the
wall
,
by
way
of
applause
.
